❝ＭＡＣＨＩＮＥＳ ＡＲＥＮ'Ｔ ＦＵＣＫＩＮＧ ＡＬＩＶＥ (Ｙ/Ｎ)!❞ ❝ʏᴇs ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ! ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴏɴᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ sᴏɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ... ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴠɪᴀɴᴛ's ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪsᴛ.❞ ⎯⎯⎯⎯ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪɴɢ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ RK800 (Connor) x Deviant! Reader CN900 (Author): Hᴇʟʟᴏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱɪɴɢ Tʜᴇ Dᴇᴠɪᴀɴᴛ'ꜱ Pʟᴀʏʟɪꜱᴛ. Yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴡ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴍᴏᴅɪғɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀɴᴅʀᴏɪᴅ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʟ , ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ Dᴇᴛʀᴏɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. Eɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ MP300.

"I'm broken." "Then you can be fixed." "You can't fix something this broken." "I can try."

Sometimes things happen and there's nothing you can do about it. You feel powerless. You feel alone. You feel lost. But sometimes...all you need is that one person to find you again.

"The new child android model! Obedient, Customizable, the perfect child!" Cyber life has created a new model android. The time and resources that they spent on it was deemed wasteful, so they discontinued the series, leaving A1098 the only one of their model left. Poor you, left all alone in your small, little world. Luckily, it all changes one day. (Completed)

"Running diagnostics. . .Systems all up and ready to go. No misplacements or reconstruction needed. Model RK800, serial #313 248 317 at your service." His voice came exactly as you wanted, calm and soothing. Perfect for a negotiator. You were suspended in disbelief. "It, it worked. . . hi." "Scanning. . . Dr.(Y/N), creator assisted by a sliver of blueprints that were left by Dr. Kamski in your care at the time of his retirement. Hello, what do you need Model RK800 prototype #1 to do for you?" Perhaps a little cold and detached too, but what did you expect? You smiled gently, fiddling with the coin in your hand. "That's not necessary. . .and that model number doesn't really roll off the tongue. I shall name you." "Very well, although I would like to remind you that I am a prototype and that I am not a living being that is needed to be called by something. Ready to accept name." "Reminder accepted. . . Connor." "Hello, Dr. (Y/N). My name is Connor." You took his hand for a shake, him quickly reciprocating it once he realized it was a socially accepted action used by humans for greetings. Your eyes twinkled, making sure he took the coin even though he was about to question it. "Hi Connor. It's nice to finally meet you." |ConnorxProgrammar!Reader| Creator!Reader| Android & Human|Fem!Reader|

[ 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐈𝐓: 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐱 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ] ❛𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙡.❜ You are model DX642, a domestic android passed through the hands of the most influential and elite of Detroit. When the riots demanding rights for non-human intellectuals grow violent, so too do the tensions in your own life. When forced to help Connor, an android tasked with killing the leader of the android uprising, you quickly realize that you've been thrown into the crossfires of a war that you started long before your code was broken. (WARNING: Severely outdated writing. Read ahead at your own risk). Highest Rankings: - #1 in Detroit: Become Human - #1 in Connor x Reader

These aren't mine! These belong to magical-musical-imagines/omi-writes-things/chiliadrevolution on tumblr! Since they stopped writing and archived all their old works, I figured I'd make these easier to find by uploading them here! (cover by sunsetagain on tumblr)

One of the deviants Y/N L/N has a secret of being a detective, being a deviant detective was hard as it was but it becomes harder as you are moved to the deviant case, the war comes back to haunt you.

My father was an intelligent man, he created androids. The only thing was that about ten years ago there was an accident. The doctors said I wouldn't make it, and he wasn't going to accept that. His solution... was to use android Bio-components to save my life. Hy heart was replaced with a Thirium pump, my lungs with Component 3839s and of course A regulator for the Thirium pump. A leg, and arm, and both of my eyes were also replaced. After that incident I decided what I wanted to be. I decided to join the police task force and three years after I joined my father stopped talking to me. I graduated top of my class and was raised to a lieutenant in seven years. Which brings us to where we are at today.

What if you got pregnant at 18 with the baby of a complete stranger? What if your whole life was put on hold to raise the baby? But what if the father was a world famous football player? english isnt my first language so please dont judge *THIS WAS STARTED IN 2015. I WAS BARELY 14 AND CLUELESS PLS BARE THIS IN MIND